WIP: Pittsburgh- Coming in August

The Facebook challenge was to post a one-word story title and a brief synopsis. I looked up from my spot in the passenger seat and saw the sign for Pittsburgh. Three minutes later, this little story was sketched out in my head. 

Here's a flirtatious excerpt about two men who meet in a Philadelphia sports bar watching a 76ers (basketball) game. 

This sexy, MM short story makes its debut on August 19 at Patient Lee's Saturday Takeover on Queeromance Ink's Facebook Page. 

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Pittsburgh

The warm blast of heat as I opened the door of Tommy’s, the sports bar down the street from my office, hit me like a hug from my mother. It was frickin’ freezing in Philadelphia this week, and it didn’t look like it was gonna warm up any time soon. I was late getting out of work, again, and I’d already missed the first quarter of the Sixers game. It didn’t help that the bar was packed. I looked around for people I knew, but I could hardly walk, never mind see. I pushed my way to the bar, just as an older guy pulled his overcoat off the back of his chair and yelled a thank you to the bartender.

“You leaving, man?” I asked as I put my hand on the stool before somebody else grabbed it.

“Yeah,” he said. “Just stopped for a beer. Basketball ain’t my thing.” He pushed his way through the crowd, and I bellied up to the bar. I arranged my coat on my chair and loosened my tie, checking the back on my Flyers tie tack to make sure it was secure.

“Stella Bella,” I called, flagging the bartender over. Her name was Stella, but that didn’t stop me from adding on the Bella. I’d been coming to this bar for four years, ever since I moved out of my parents’ house in King of Prussia to my townhouse in Rittenhouse Square. Stella was gorgeous. Long, brown, wavy hair, and an ass that filled her jeans to a level that most men would find delicious.

Most men. Not me. I came out in high school and took all the shit that came along with it, but I graduated and went to Penn State Main Campus. I got my degree in business, and right after graduation, I got a job at PNC bank in Philly. It was a good job, not my dream job or anything, but I had a nice place to live and I was pretty happy with my life. All that was missing was a guy who filled his jeans like Stella did. A nice package in the front wouldn’t hurt either.

Stella put the pitcher of Yuengling and a frosted glass in front of me. “How ya doing, Clarke?”

“Better now that I’m in here,” I said. “It’s fucking cold out there.”

She filled my glass, clucking her tongue and smiling. “It’s January in Philadelphia. What the hell did you expect?” The State Farm commercial on the giant TV in front of me ended, and the second quarter of the game started.

I didn’t notice the guy next to me until I finished my burger. I was so fucking hungry, and so focused on the game, I wouldn’t have noticed if a bomb went off. The Sixers were down by four for most of the second quarter, and I didn’t want to have to depend on the replay when they turned the tables on the Bulls.

He actually hit me when the Sixers caught up. His arms flew up in the air when Robinson tied the game up. His hand clipped my head, and his head snapped toward me. The shocked look on his face was hilarious.

“I am so sorry,” he said. His eyes were wide, and I could see that he hadn’t even realized I was there.

“Quite a game, huh?”

“Yeah. Great game, now that we’re tied up.”

Stella leaned in between the two of us, looked at me, and said just loudly enough to hear over the noise in the bar, “I know for a fact he enjoys that.”

He blushed an adorable shade of red, but I did, too. “How does she know that for a fact, huh? Did Stella Bella tie you up?” I tried not to grin too widely. I didn’t want him to think I was coming on to him. I was coming on to him, but I’d been shot down in an embarrassing blaze of dismay enough times to stay cool.

“NO!” He said it loud enough for our whole side of the bar to hear. “I drank too much one night, and she—”

“She tied you up?” I laughed, mostly from discomfort. Bondage wasn’t in my bag of tricks. Neither was hetero sex.

“No.” He snorted out loud. “She coaxed the story out of me. This bachelorette party was discussing Fifty Shades of Grey. I made a comment, and she didn’t let it go until I told the story.” He took a long drink, draining his beer. “I am so freaking embarrassed right now.”

The game resumed, and I let it go for a few minutes. Stella brought another round, and this time, she spoke to him. “Did you tell him all about it? I bet he’d love to know. I think he’s your type.” She looked at me and gestured to him with her head. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he, Clarke?”

I cocked an eyebrow. Was she trying to fix us up?

“Clarke, this is Joe. Joe, this is Clarke. I can’t believe you guys haven’t met here before.”

He had the same confused look as I did. “I usually work second shift, so I’m not usually here until midnight,” he said. “They got me on first shift this week.”

“What do you do?”

“Paramedic. I live around the corner, so I stop in a lot on the way home. Tonight I just came to watch the game with someone other than my cat.”

“Ha! Same. I work during the day, but neither of my cats appreciate my obnoxious cheering. I’m in banking. Less exciting, but then again, so am I.”

The Sixers got a three-pointer, pushing them into the lead. Joe and I jumped up and cheered, along with the rest of the bar. He turned to me and gave me a deliberate high-five. Our eyes met for a moment, and a shiver ran through me. I tried to shake it off, but he was hot. And it had been a long time since I met someone. But was he gay? I wasn’t sure enough to risk it. Yet.

We returned our attention to the game, and I was grateful for the distraction. This guy was making me hard, and until I knew whether he was gay or straight, I didn’t want him to. The momentum had shifted to the Sixers, and they were up by eight points.

Stella came around with refills. She put them down on the bar and stood there, looking from Joe to me and back to Joe. “What’s the matter with you?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “We’re watching the game.”

“I’ve done all the work for you two. If you blow this, it’s your own fault.” She snorted. “I mean, blowing would indicate success, but . . .”

My heart was pounding. He had to be gay. She had to be setting us up. He turned to me with raised eyebrows.

I grinned as the lump in my pants returned. “So then you . . .”

“Oh, thank goodness,” he said, grinning back.

The buzzer ending the game echoed through the bar, and everyone jumped up, cheering. Without thinking, I leapt from my chair and hugged him. I was almost embarrassed, but before I had a chance to blush, his erection poked my thigh. Thank goodness is right.

We pulled back and locked eyes. “Did you say you live around the corner?” I asked. I couldn't resist. He was adorable, and I hadn't had sex in ages.

Stella raised her glass of ginger ale to us as we grabbed our coats and left in a rush. The blast of cold air did nothing to cool my ardor, but the snow had picked up.

“I think the meteorological term is snowing like a son-of-a-bitch!” He pulled his black-and-gold watch cap over his ears. “It’s just down there.” He gestured with his gloved fingers to the gift shop down the block. “I live upstairs.”

Three steps later, and my toes were frozen through my wingtips. Joe was much better prepared for the cold than I. Better prepared for the snow, too. I’d lived my entire life in Philadelphia, and I still didn’t think to put my damn boots on in the winter. My heel slid right through the snow, and I fell to the sidewalk, my skull smashing into the snow-cushioned pavement.

My rational mind knew it was Joe’s paramedic training which pushed him to cradle my head with such care, but my rational mind was on break. I gazed into his eyes, and serenity engulfed me. He shifted his head, and the snow and the streetlight formed a perfect halo around his heavenly face. I heard horns—the angels, I guessed, but Joe’s head snapped up, his eyes went wide, and everything went dark.

* * * *

The blackout affected a big chunk of the city, but the accident which caused the horns I heard happened right in front of Tommy’s, the sports bar we’d just left. We couldn't tell if anyone was injured, and it was freaking dark. No streetlights, no neon, no LED signs flashing open, and now that the accident blocked the one-way street, no headlights. 

While I was still lying on the sidewalk, I encouraged Joe to go to the accident. I could tell he was itching to help.

“I already have a patient. I can’t abandon one patient for another without transferring care,” he said, his voice all business. He helped me to my feet once he’d finished his assessment and determined I was okay. “Besides, I can’t show up on scene with a boner like this.” He held my arm after that, which was just dandy with me. We were close in height, and the traces of his aftershave drew me in.

He fumbled with the key in the dark entrance to his apartment. “Jesus. It’s so dark I won’t even need to blindfold you.”

“Blindfold?” I choked on spit as I said it. 

To be continued . . .

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Dirty Excerpt: Black Friday/Cyber Monday

Black Friday/Cyber Monday:

 

Six friends get together each Black Friday for a mall contest. The girls compete for the best bargains; the guys dream up a "sex in the mall" contest--find women to fuck them in the mall--and provide video evidence.

But Dwayne is not a good looking man. His "rat face" makes it hard to meet women.

Fortunately, "chunky but spunky" Barb offers to help him out by fucking him in the Pearle Vision office. When they edit their video, they realize that they've been attracted to each other for years.

Want a dirty excerpt? Read on:

Rocco made his arrangements with Penny and returned to Lisa. “Did you come up with a location for us to make this audition video?”

“My sister works at the Hallmark store. She thinks she could sneak us into the back room for a few minutes. We have to be quick and quiet though. What do you think?”
“Let’s do it.”

The Hallmark store was packed, and it was hard to get around all of the people trying to buy ornaments, Yankee Candles, and other Christmas crap. Lisa spotted her sister and tried to flag her down. The amalgam of scents from the candles and the cacophony of voices and singing, dancing Santas and musical decorations hit Rocco like a brick wall. This is the unsexiest place ever, he thought. It’s a good thing she’s hot.

He looked around the chaos. “How the fuck are we gonna get back there?”

“My sister’s gonna drop something to create a diversion. That will be our cue to bolt for the back door,” Lisa said as she tried to guide Rocco closer to the back of the store.

CRASH!

“C’mon.” Her sister met them in the doorway, led them to a supply closet in the back, turned on the light, and grabbed a broom. She turned and gave Rocco the once-over. She reached up and touched his long, angular face and let her fingertip settle in the cleft in his chin for a moment.

Rocco smiled, encouraging her.

“I have, like, one second here. Can you take your shirt off so I can see if your abs are as hard as they look through your shirt?”

Lisa pulled him by the hand into the closet and helped him pull off his t-shirt. Her sister’s eyes bulged as they traced the hard lines of his six-pack. Lisa reached around from behind and put her hands over his nipples, making Rocco and both girls shudder.

“Get out of here,” Lisa said to her sister. “You’re gonna get fired!”

Lisa closed the door behind her and said, “Do you have your camera ready so I can take my clothes off? I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

“You are so perfect for this video, babe. I’m all set. Go ahead and strip for me.” He pointed the camera and hit the record button.

She swayed her hips as she unbuttoned her jeans. They were so tight, she had trouble pulling them down, but she quickly discarded them and pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, leaving her in only her lacy pink panties.

Rocco groaned as his cock swelled. “Oh, you are so sexy, babe.” He reached out to touch her rose-colored nipples and gave each small tit a squeeze. Big, full boobs were his favorite, but he couldn’t resist tiny little tits on a small girl either.
“Careful, you’re shaking the camera,” she said. “You don’t want to mess up my audition tape.”

“Mmm. Take your panties off. I want to see your pussy.”

She hooked her thumbs through the silky fabric and took them down, just a little bit. She turned away from him, giving him a glance at the top of her cheeks and the crack in between. She turned again, this time dropping her panties to the bottom of her slim buttocks. Her thumbs remained hooked in the fabric as she turned to face him.

“Oh, babe,” he said when he saw her for the first time from the front. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them, spreading her legs enough to allow Rocco to see her pink lips before she turned away from him. She bent at the waist, legs apart, and pulled her ass cheeks open with her hand, revealing her rosebud. 

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Dirty Excerpt: Come with a Friend

 Come with a Friend

An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could it be love?

 

They both laughed, and Timmy went to the door to switch the lights off again. Kari held her arms out, inviting him back into her embrace. They resumed their kiss, just as passionate as the earlier one.

Kari was fully erect in seconds, her cock pushing against the crinoline under her taffeta skirt. Timmy took her hand from his ass and placed it over his erection, squeezing her hand around him. Then he moved his own hand to Kari's hard-on, not caring if her pre-cum soiled her skirt. He rubbed up and down her cock, moaning into her mouth as he did. "Kari, you're so hard for me."

He pushed her gently by the shoulders until her back was against the wall, and he got to his knees in front of her. His cellphone remained in his hand, and in the dim light, he looked up at her. She was terrified, and it showed on her face, but she made no move to stop him. He placed the cellphone on the floor next to him and reached under her skirt. His hands searched through the layers of the dress until he found her ankles. He ran his palms up her legs, making her giggle nervously.

"I didn't shave my legs," she said, embarrassed.

Timmy paused and looked up at her. "I'm gay, Kari. Hair doesn't bother me." He moved his hands up to her ass, and rubbed her buns, exposed by the slim strip of fabric on the back of the panties she wore. He slipped a finger under the elastic of the silky garment, making her shiver. Her erection poked at his face through the fabric. He grabbed at the layers of material again and ducked his head under the dress. Kari grabbed the hem and pulled it above her waist, allowing him access to her body.

Kari's knees went weak as Timmy's cheek brushed against her thigh. His face rested along her satin-covered cock, and she sighed with a contentment she hadn't felt since the day before she moved away from Mulberry Street. She rubbed Timmy's hair with her free hand, the other still holding up her skirt. "Oh, Timmy," she said, almost in a moan.

Contentment quickly turned to need when Timmy turned his face and placed his mouth over the tip of her cock, her pre-cum soaking through her panties. He licked at with a hunger not found in any ten-minute porn clip, consuming as much of it as he could. When the well ran dry, he reached into her delicate panties and pulled out the cock that strained against them, plunging it directly into his mouth. Her pre-cum dribbled to the back of his mouth, coating his tongue with its viscosity.

"Oh my god," she said with a gasp as she felt the warm wetness of his mouth enveloping her hardness. She gripped his hair tighter as her best friend gave her a blowjob. Her very first. She ignored the irony that she was receiving said blowjob in a prom gown, and groaned as she realized that this would be over far too quickly.

                                                                                                      

Timmy wrapped his hand around Kari's cock and pulled it back against her flat belly. She pulled her dress up higher, feeling like not just a woman, but a beautiful, sexy woman. Timmy's tongue started behind her balls and licked upward, over her scrotum and up the length of her cock, pausing at the head to lap up the pre-cum that continued to leak out. His own cock, still trapped in his pants, brushed against her legs, reminding her that he was there, and that he was as aroused as she was. His arousal increased Kari's, and she bucked her hips towards his face, fucking him as he sucked harder, as if to draw the cum from her balls.

It worked. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," she said, all traces of her fake accent having vanished in her moment of abandon. Her knees shook, but she dropped her skirt over Timmy, and used both hands to grip his head through the fabric. "I'm coming in your mouth, Timmy. Oh, god."

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Dirty Excerpt: Come on Down by Patient Lee

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James and Caylin enjoy an evening of Netflix and chill with Happy Gilmore, but when James hears Bob Barker's voice, he flashes back to an evening with the guy down the street when they were eighteen. He knows he needs to experience sex with a man again, and Caylin has a plan to make it happen. 

Here's a dirty excerpt:

"I need him," Stefan growled, pulling the condom off and throwing it in the garbage. 

"Well, I have to pee," she said. Caylin ran to freshen up, leaving Stefan and me alone for a moment. I felt the urge to cover up, and I caught myself reaching for a pillow. I adjusted it under my head instead. Stefan lay down next to me and reached to kiss me. He pressed his body against mine and wrapped his hand around my back. I listened for the voice in my head to remind me how gay this was, but it was silent. 

His kisses were hard and aggressive, not soft like Caylin's. His stubble grazed my lips, thrilling me with its masculinity. This was nothing like kissing a woman. This was like a battle, but I couldn't tell if I wanted to win or lose. 

"I need you to fuck me," he muttered into the kiss. "There's condoms in the drawer over there." I grabbed one and put it on, still listening for the voice in my head to call me a fag. When it didn't, I smiled and kissed him again. He spread his legs, and I pushed them back to allow me access. A silly grin crossed my face as I lined my cock up against his asshole. There was little resistance as I pushed inside him. He'd done this plenty of times before. I fucked him slowly, reveling in the tightness of his ass and his cock sticking up in front of me. I jacked it while I fucked him, staring in his eyes the whole time. 

I didn't hear Caylin come back in until she whispered in my ear, "That is the hottest thing I've ever seen." 

She reached around and tweaked my nipples, flooding my brain with the memory of Rodney, just like last night. I wondered where he was and how I could find him. I could hear him in my head. "You want to. You know it." He was right. Not only did I want it, I wanted him. That pushed me right to the edge, and when Caylin pinched my nipples again, I erupted, spilling 30 years of need I didn't realize I had into a man I'd just met. 

And here's the inspiration for the story:

This story was a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, whom we lost unexpectedly in October, 2015. The true author of this story was kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors based their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There were no prizes given in this challenge; this was simply a friendly competition.

The list for this story included: (yearn, yarn, yodel, yacht)

The story started with the yodel. I saw the list and thought, “How the fuck do I get yodeling into a smutty story?” In my mind, I heard the music from the Cliffhanger game on The Price Is Right, and I went right to the image of a young man having an experience with another man. Then I heard Bob Barker in Happy Gilmore saying, “That was not nice and easy.” That gave me the other piece of the puzzle: the trigger for the gay flashback. The rest of the story spun from there.

I didn’t win the FAWC 6 challenge (although, I did win FAWC 4 with Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes.) Simon el Gorza took home the virtual trophy for the FAWC. I did, however, win the 2015 Reader’s Choice award for the Chain Story category with this story. I hope you enjoy it.